Thursday, August 13, 2026

Visual Preferences (20th Century: 1958)

Joan Brown
Large Still Life with Wing
1958
oil on canvas
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

Channing Hare
Portrait of Phoebe Foster Whitney
1958
oil on canvas
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

William Klein
Smoke + Veil x 3, Vogue (Paris)
1958
hand-colored gelatin silver print
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

John McLaughlin
#22
1958
acrylic on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Eddy Posthuma de Boer
Women in Vondelpark, Amsterdam
1958
gelatin silver print
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Robert Rauschenberg
Black Mail
1958
oil paint, collage and mirror on canvas
McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas

Charles Sheeler
On a Connecticut Theme #3
1958
tempera on board
New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut

Richard Diebenkorn
Woman on Porch
1958
oil on canvas
New Orleans Museum of Art

Asger Jorn
The Bridge
1958
oil on canvas
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Gabriel Cualladó
Self Portrait
1958
gelatin silver print
Institut Valencià d'Art Modern

Henri Cartier-Bresson
Woman at Brussels World's Fair
1958
gelatin silver print
Loeb Art Center, Vassar College,
Poughkeepsie, New York

Lygia Clark
Modulated Space
1958
collage on paper
Menil Collection, Houston

Hans Arp
Torso, Kore
1958
bronze
Art Institute of Chicago

Leonard Freed
Untitled (Naples)
1958
gelatin silver print
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Leonard Baskin
Envy
(series, Seven Deadly Sins)
1958
wood-engraving
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington

Paul Delvaux
Antinoüs
1958
oil on panel
North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh

from Horae Canonicae

                        I. PRIME 

Simultaneously, as soundlessly,
     Spontaneously, suddenly
As, at the vaunt of the dawn, the kind
     Gates of the body fly open
To its world beyond, the gates of the mind,
     The horn gate and the ivory gate
Swing to, swing shut, instantaneously
     Quell the nocturnal rummage
Of its rebellious fronde, ill-favored,
     Ill-natured and second rate,
Disenfranchised, widowed and orphaned
     By an historical mistake:
Recalled from the shades to be a seeing being,
     From absence to be on display,
Without a name or history I wake
     Between my body and the day.

Holy this moment, wholly in the right,
     As, in complete obedience
To the light's laconic outcry, next
     As a sheet, near as a wall,
Out there as a mountain's poise of stone,
     The world is present, about,
And I know that I am, here, not alone
     But with a world and rejoice
Unvexed, for the will has still to claim
     This adjacent arm as my own,
The memory to name me, resume
     Its routine of praise and blame,
And smiling to me is this instant while
     Still the day is intact, and I
The Adam sinless in our beginning,
     Adam still previous to any act.

I draw breath; that is of course to wish
     No matter what, to be wise,
To be different, to die and the cost,
     No matter how, is Paradise
Lost of course and myself owing a death:
     The eager ridge, the steady sea,
The flat roofs of the fishing village
     Still asleep in its bunny,
Though as fresh and sunny still, are not friends
     But things to hand, this ready flesh
No honest equal, but my accomplice now,
     My assistant to be, and my name
Stands for my historical share of care
     For a lying self-made city,
Afraid of our living task, the dying
     Which the coming day will ask.

– W.H. Auden (1949)